14/11/2025
Black is the glow you don’t dim,
A fire that burns from the soul to the skin.
Black is the story carved deep in the bone,
A choir of strength in a world made of stone.
Black is the pain you survived with your chest,
The storms you endured and still call yourself blessed.
Black is the night that refuses to fade,
A universe living in every shade.
Beauty in Black is the curve of resilience,
Soft but unbroken, gentle defiance.
It’s the smile that rises after every scar,
The shine that grows darker than any star.
Beauty in Black is a heartbeat of drums,
A rhythm that stays no matter what comes.
It’s crown after crown that the world tried to bend,
Yet you stand again,again and again.
Pain in Black is a chapter, not the whole book,
A wound that they gave but you bravely outgrew.
It’s tears that fall silent, dreams that feel far,
But still you rise because that’s who you are.
Beauty in Black is magic and flame,
A soul forged in fire but never the same.
It’s the truth, the fight, the glory, the rain
The power to turn even pain into reign.
So here’s to the Black that the sun can’t outshine,
To the journey that bruises but still stays divine.
Here’s to the beauty, the scars, the strain
Black is both melody and pain
And somehow… still,
Black remains beautiful again.
